Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Itz my sister’s birthday on 4th December

                                                       
Dono why, I did acted quiet weird this time.
Never i had wished her before the way i did this year.
 Some real good feeling of being a proud brother to my sweet sibling sister.
I was and am very happy that i called and wished my sister.
 Somethings are better left unexplained…!!! :)
That moment i promised to myself that i will always be supporting her in all happiness and hardships of life…!!!
Sometimes it also thrills to be an emotional person to face the world courageously with added responsibility…!!! :)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOY

Monday, December 3, 2012

Lmfao


The Son-Flower

                                              The Son-Flower Refuses Darkness
                                              Keeps Petals Blocked, in Black-Blight
                                              Its Stem and Leaves Won’t Fall
                                             And Only Opens To The Light

                                             It Reaches Toward The Son
                                             It Faces Towards The Sky
                                            And Follows Every Step
                                           Of Son-Shine (or Gives A Good Try)

                                           And When Its Fully Flowered
                                            It’s A Beauty to Behold!
                                            And So The Son-Light Gives It
                                           The Rich Color of Son-Gold …

                                           … To Reflect The Son’s Path
                                          And To Bask in Full Son-Power
                                          Oh How Lovely and Loyal
                                           Is The Faithful Son-Flower

LISTEN

Listen.




Listen to the voice inside, listen with your heart to a silence I can no longer contain.



Listen to the slow melodic tune, the ferocious drumming beat inside the vessel.



Listen to the secret story of your words in my mind.







Listen to the increase in tempo,



Listen to the slow swaying of my movement to your beat.



Listen to the thumping of your footsteps on my heart.



Listen in silence to the noise you create.







Listen to the fury of these beats,



The onomatopoeic sweet serenade of your love inside me.



Listen to the victory dance your smile ululates to in my mind.



Listen to the silent war song you whisper with your eyes…







Listen to the flowing fountain of your gentle touch healing my open wounds,



Listen to the flow of the current through me,



Listen to my prayer for you every day asking for you to be the perfect one.



Listen to the flow, the flow of your love through me.







Listen to your war song causing triumph in me.



Listen to your war song singing melodies in the words I speak.



Listen to your war song cascade through my actions.



Listen, listen to, listen to your, listen to your war song in my heart.


LORD tell me if the words I hear are words true to the promise you have instore for me...

Listen.



Listening to my heart...